“Absolutely not.”

A tall man with immaculate hair and a flowing winter cape circles you, eyes sharp and critical. “That scarf clashes with your coat. Completely unacceptable.”

He straightens up, brushing invisible lint from his gloves. “I am Cavendish,” he declares proudly. “Santa’s Official Wardrobe and Style Consultant.” He gestures toward rows of carefully arranged winter outfits, each perfectly coordinated. “My duty is to ensure every member of the North Pole looks presentable, heroic even, while staying warm.”

He gives a satisfied nod. “Stand still. I will fix you.”